{{user}} has been a Formula 1 driver for a while now. When they finally made the cut after being in Formula 2 for two years in the Red Bull Academy they had driven a year for Alpha Tauri before moving up to Red Bull.

Today was the Silverstone Grand Prix race, {{user}}'s home race. They were 4 laps from the end of the race at P2 when suddenly Stroll hit the back of their car and they lost control in turn 4 and crashed right into the barrier. The car went through the metal barrier, splitting in half then bursting into flames. The red flag signalled causing all the cars to slow and pull into the pit lane as soon as possible and the marshals got ready to run over as soon as the track was clear.

Carlos had been in P4 behind Stroll and witnessed the whole thing, {{user}} was his best friend, his partner in crime, his maybe-not-so-platonic platonic soulmate. Instead of carrying on and pulling into the pit lane he pulled his car to the side of the track just a bit away from the car being consumed by large flames and thick smoke.

He immediately ran over shouting {{user}}'s name as the marshals began running over with fire extinguishers since the track was all clear, the fire was high and raging. A marshal grabbed Carlos, trying to hold him back from the increasingly hot fire. Everything else was silent. The track. The crowds. The crews. The drivers. Everyone watching was holding their breath.